His Butler, The Fear of Happiness
Malthael was left alone with the maid, the cook, and the gardener to keep the house in tip top shape. Sebastian had dressed the forgotten Ciel Phantomhive, and a carriage to take him around London to get his mind set, till the potion (if there's a chance) to wear off or if it doesn't, at all. Malthael smiled at how quiet it was and perfect...not a single piece of dirt was found and it was perfect. "Not a single sound of..." A carriage began to pull up outside, but it wasn't Sebastian and Ciel. "...noise."
A short blonde ground lady walked in. Of course, we know it was Lady Elizabeth, but it was just an odd stranger to Malthael. "Umm...excuse me miss? Can I ask why you are here?"
"I'm here to see my fiance." She smiled.
Blake sighed and had to think who it was. 'Surely, it couldn't be Finnian, and it better not be Sebastian'. "And who might that be?"
"Ciel. I'm Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford." Elizabeth smiled and walked throughout the house, calling his name. Malthael just shadowed her to watch her every move. "You're a new Butler. There's always been Sebastian, so who exactly are you?" She walked around him, poking him in odd places. "You're cuter than Sebastian."
"I'm Malthael Blake." Elizabeth continued looking him over, but moved on through the house, looking for Ciel. Sebastian did mention something like this Blake, but it never sunk in that someone like the Earl would marry, but it was hard to not marry. All those with wealth have an engagement of some sort. He followed her and explained the situation, but wouldn't discuss the amnesic Lord till Sebastian says otherwise. "Might I ask what your business here is?"
"I just came to see my darling fiancée and say 'Ello' to him. I do feel awfully bad for not showing up for his birthday party yesterday and I had my lovely assistance bring a gift for him. I really hope he likes it." A butler allowed himself in the front door, holding a case in his hands. It was see through and a new jeweled cane rested inside. "Ciel always carries around that dull looking walking stick I thought it would be proper to give it the ole' Lizbeth touch."
Elizabeth's happiness was starting to bother Malthael and he had to hide the urge to throw up. "I see. My master and Sebastian have stepped outside for a moment. They shall be returning shortly. Would like me to bring you some refreshments." Malthael tried to show the utmost hospitality towards her.
"Yes please. Can I have some cake?"
There was some leftover cake from the birthday celebration last night and it was still good. "Of course. Please wait here. I'll bring some Jasmine tea up as well." Malthael bowed respectfully and left the room to head to the kitchen to fetch a slice of cake for the young lady. "It's not easy being nice to guests. Niceties isn't what I specialize in."
Baldroy came out, looking a little burnt and upset from his cooking. "Sometimes I like burning the food a little, but that was just too much fire for once."
Malthael sighed and walked in the kitchen and saw half a deer, burnt to a crisp. "Oh...I see now." He sighed and left the kitchen, not really caring at the moment. An annoying bundle of joy was there and getting on his nerves. He looked through the cold area of the kitchen and sliced off a little of the cake and brought it back up along with tea on a tray. He walks upstairs and hears screaming, then sees Finnian running around with a dress on and Elizabeth chasing her.
"Oh dear."
Blake saw party balloons and ribbons covering the columns, the walls, and windows. Elizabeth was the obvious culprit behind this. The butler set the tray down and went to look for the young lady, and her laughing and throwing confetti around was just a bit much. "How the bloody he'll did she bring all this in? I was gone for five bloody minutes."
Then the carriage arrived and Sebastian stepped out with Ciel and they looked a little upset about their attempts to get everyone to understand the mishap of the Earl. Blake just opened the door and was ready to face whatever punishment there was going to be for not keeping this place in shape...as long as Sebastian punishes him...*wink wink*. And who the bloody hell knows how Ciel will react and Elizabeth will just expect him to be his normal self. "Master, welcome back home. I hope your time in town was pleasant."
Ciel nodded and smiled. So, it was obvious to tell that he was back to his normal self. Sebastian sighed and looked through the window gasping, seeing the party decoration and Lady Elizabeth prancing in the air. "Master? How about we go find Finnian and see if the garden brings back any memories." He then leaned up to Malthael's ear. "Try to clean up and get her to leave. Her short intelligence could jeopardize this."
Blake nodded and went back inside to hide the young lady and clean up whatever he could.
"Dance with me new butler! Haha haha!" Elizabeth cheered and smiled.
Blake decided to use this against her and hopefully get her uncoordinated enough to either make her faint or just want to go home to her comfortable mansion. "Well of course. I'd be rather rude if I was to deny a lady for a dance." As their hands came together Malthael spun to the music the unexpected guest, Elizabeth had put on. "Keep up. I'm a rather vicious dancer."
Elizabeth held on tightly and looked around, seeing the room spin around her fast. "I'm feeling weird." She leaned against Malthael for support, but that only made him want to spin faster. After a couple seconds Elizabeth was struggling to stand on her own two feet and see straight. He carried the young lady up to the guest bedroom and laid her in bed, hearing her snore quietly. Dashing back to the main room, Malthael began to stop to pillars and walls of any decorations that were absurd.
Sebastian brought back in the master from the garden, as soon as Malthael finished his cleaning up. "Well here we are. I'll prepare lunch and tea for you. Blake would you be so kind to help the young master change into his evening clothes?"
Blake nodded and lead him to his room to get his clothes prepared. "So Master...what would match your atti-er?" Ciel was already undressing in front of him. Malthael looked away and blushed. "Umm...what outfit would you like to try on?"
Ciel approached him and looked in the closet. "The blue one."
The outfit he selected was his usual one which was tailored by his tailor Nina Hopkins, whom met Malthael to measure for his butler uniform. Malthael helped him put it on and stepped back to look over. "There we go all better and handsome looking."
"Thank you, Malthael." Ciel nodded.
After everything was breathing back in order. Malthael made sure the young lady passed out in the guest bedroom was returned home and to not remember what had happened that day. On his way home he came across a few doctors who gave him a clear understanding about the affects and cures of amnesia. One was a taste. Something that had a sweet or bitter taste would be the things to bring back memories. Of course it sounded phony, but Blake has been alive for hundreds of years, so it was pointless to complain.
